Blind smith you joking and allMetropolitan the distant square twinkling IWonder if you thought of me at all,You, light and bodyless at the archipelago MallTrawling an angle behind the years isIt ten? Already?Onwards from the splendid center on the slender ferry-An angel frowning in a light rainThe umbrellas buffeting along like aStriding stream- an ever eastward sea of shipsThe fierce word hiding hidingIn these blinder faces.